(warning: straight sex. Cuz we all need a little bit of love =P )
October 29, 2018
Roman bit back the rage bubbling up in his large body. But it practically burned his bones.
He was seething where he sat. Long fingered hands gripped tightly at the championship strap in his lap.
He had been trying to watch the show after his opening promo. Tonight he had a contract signing for Crown Jewel and he had complained that Brock Lesnar probably wasn't going to show up as usual. And then Braun had come out, spewing something about how he was going to be there. And how someone was going to get his hands. All predictable. But it was annoying.
He was already in a shit mood since he slept maybe 2 hours tops last night. And then to have to listen to Braun Strowman give the same damn speech as he always did was like nails on a chalkboard. But deeper and dumber. It had been agony to stand in the ring and not lunge at Braun. But he knew at the contract signing later there would be plenty of time.
But what had really set him off was the match that had just ended.
Finn Balor versus Bobby Lashley. Obviously, he was hoping for Finn to win. Finn was his friend ...-ish.
But with Lio Rush there, Finn's chances were slim. Lio Rush was annoying. And oddly always shirtless. It was weird. Like the Godfather and Jimmy Hart had a love child and they named him Lio Rush. Just needed a ho train and a megaphone. Though, Roman thought, that may be next. And Rush had something against Finn.
The match had ended and Bobby beat up Finn. Finn lays helpless, taking it all. No one to help him. No one to save him.
The fire under Roman's skin practically crackled. This was fucking pissing him off. All he could do was watch as Finn got beat up. He wanted to help. He was ready to kick some ass.
Roman was ready to protect his...
His nothing.
Finn wasn't his.
So Roman didn't go out there. This fight had nothing to do with him. Roman had his own shit to worry about.
But it still made Roman mad.
And he felt guilty. Very fucking guilty.
Because Finn was probably off his game after Roman most likely broke his heart yesterday. Roman pretty much shot down Finn's love like a door to the face and then he had to come and defend himself against Lashley and his yappy dog.
God. Lio Rush was worse then Dolph Ziggler. How was that possible?
And it wasn't like Roman could go up to Finn later and check up on him. It wouldn't be okay. Roman didn't want to push this thin boundary.
They couldn't be intimate. They couldn't share moments anymore.
Because Roman refused to lead Finn on. Roman was not the kind of man to use someone's vulnerability against them. He was not a horrible man. There was no will in his heart to ruin Finn. ...More than he already had. Roman knew in his heart to go out there now and defend Finn, save Finn, care for Finn would go against every fiber of his being.
Because Roman did not love Finn. He loved someone else. Lust does not equate love. And a close bond shared in a bed is not the same as a relationship.
So instead Roman's jaw clenched, watching as Lashley and Rush stood tall over Finn's prone body.
He wasn't going to help, but he was still angry.
Roman's eyes flickered away from the screen when the commerical went on. From the corner of his brown eyes he saw Bayley and Sasha stand up. They both walked towards the gorilla, worry colored their eyes. They would check on Finn. And that eased Roman's clawing anger. As long as Roman knew someone he could trust was watching over Finn, then that made it better.
He turned back to the screen, ignoring Seth's eyes from his side.
Bayley and Sasha made it to the gorilla in time to send Lashely and Rush angry glares as they passed. Rush just laughed in that cocky way. Asshole.
Finn came through the curtain and the ladies went to his side immediately.
To any outsider, Finn looked fine. Beat up, yes, but not critically. Just another day in the WWE.
But to Sasha and Bayley, Finn was broken. Not from the ring, but from life.
They walked with him past two pairs of watching brown eyes in the monitor area, to the doctors. There he sat on one of the beds, sweaty body pale. His stormy blue eyes closed and he put a hand to his head, trying to massage back any pain.
The doctor came over and gave him a concern look. "Did you hit your head? I didn't see anything while watching the match."
Finn took his hand away and looked at the doctor, tiredly. "No. I'm okay. Just didn't sleep last night. Just need some caffeine."
The doctor seemed satisfied with the answer but checked Finn thoroughly. The man wasn't one to put this to chance. When he was done, he gave the Irishman some over the counter pain killers. Finn was ruffed up, but he was fine.
Physically.
The doctor looked over at the two ladies and nodded at them. They would take over now. It looked like Finn needed a friend not stitches.
"You okay?" Sasha asked, voice quiet. She put a hand on his shoulder.
Finn looked at his feet but put his hand over the one she had on his shoulder and squeezed. "Just tired."
"What happened yesterday, Finn?" Bayley's big brown eyes were concerned. She pressed her lips together, waiting for Finn to speak. To say something that would help her understand why he looked so exhausted. Because he hadn't told her a thing yet. She saw him in the crowd yesterday at Evolution. They had shared a quick hug backstage, but the night was so busy that Bayley didn't have time to spend with her best male friend.
Thick silence. No talking. Sasha and Bayley waited. Their worry only built.
Finally, Finn looked up at them, eyes glassy with unshed tears. "Roman and I aren't a thing anymore. Not that we ever were."
Sasha made a sound of pity and wrapped her arms around the man. "What happened?"
"He agreed to this because it would have no strings," Finn admitted. "But I've loved him for so long. And he figured it out. Didn't want to lead me on, I guess, and broke things off."
Bayley came over to his other side and embraced him as well. His arms came up and held onto them, finding comfort in their care.
"I knew it was going to happen. I kept having dreams about losing him. Bad dreams where the red string connecting us broke."
"I thought the string only broke when someone died," Sasha whispered. She rubbed her hand in circles on his back, wishing she could take his heartache away.
"Yeah," was all Finn said.
"But no one is dying Finn," Bayley reassured. "It was just a dream. No one is dying."
Finn looked up at her, a tear slipping down his cheek. "I'm dying. I feel like I'm the one dying."
Bayley heard the doctor slip out of the room and close the door behind him to give the three wrestlers some privacy.
Finn's head lowered, hanging loose on his neck, trying desperately to hide his tears. Damn, he hated crying so much. What a baby he was being. He knew this was going to happen. Why was he so upset right now? He had been fine before the match.
But maybe the physical pain of getting beat up triggered his emotional pain.
"I knew this was going to happen," he muttered. Their embraces on him tightened in unison. "But I wanted to be with him so badly. I offered myself to him knowing full well that this was going to happen. And yet here I am blubbering like a child."
Shushing sounds softly came from Bayley as she tried to soothe the man. She looked at Sasha and saw that the other woman had tears in her eyes too. Finn was a strong person. To see him so broken was heart wrenching.
Bayley felt a sliver of ire rise in her gut beneath the pain of seeing Finn cry. She had warned Roman. She had told him not to hurt Finn and he did.
But beneath the pain and the anger, Bayley understood what Roman did. Roman cared enough about Finn to end things before Finn fell too deep. Poor Roman just didn't realize it was too late.
Finn had fallen deeply for Roman a long time ago.
And now Finn was falling into an abyss of unrequited love.
Renee watched from commentary as Seth came out to the middle of the ring. She wasn't stupid. She obviously knew what this was about. Seth was going to call out Dean. It was damn obvious.
But that didn't make her any less nervous.
Dean hadn't really talked to her about what he was thinking. But in reality, she knew he didn't need to. She knew his reasoning very well. And despite loving Seth like a brother, Dean had every right to feel the way he did. He had every right to hate Seth. To hate Roman. To hate what they made him become. Even if deep down, Dean didn't actually hate a soul.
But Renee listened. Renee sat silently and waited.
Seth admitted that he was frustrated and guilty. He was guilty. He believed Dean's actions were because of him. And Renee mused he was probably right. There was no time limit on revenge. But Seth needed to hear Dean say it. He needed conformation.
Dean's music hit and Renee's eyes flickered to the stage. She and Seth wait with baited breaths. Except Seth and Renee were nervous for different reasons.
The crowd got loud and Renee looked over to see her husband. He stood with the crowd, mocking the Shield entrance. His usually cute face was snarling, lip curling viciously.
Dean was silent. Perhaps he was going to talk when he took the mic out of his jacket pocket. But he must have changed his mind at Seth's biting words. And the silence only made Seth angrier. Fuming.
Seething, but maybe even just a little sad.
Seth snarked that at least when he stabbed Dean in the back he had the decency to look Dean in the eye and explain why. Dean stayed silent. Seth's jaw clenched. "You really are a cold hearted bastard."
Renee sighed as Seth claimed that Dean just wanted the spotlight. She wished Seth would open his eyes. This wasn't about Dean's need for fame. It was about Seth's greed. It's about how Dean took a backseat to his brothers and his career suffered because of it.
"I am fixed on you for as long as I live and I will make your life a living hell," Seth said. And then he called Dean a soulless lunatic.
Her eyes closed. Her heart hurt. It felt like she was watching her family crumble. It all mirrored 2014. But it felt worse. Because it was Dean -loyal and energetic Dean Ambrose- who cracked. Not sneaky and greedy Seth Rollins.
Renee watched Her husband walk off, having not spoken a single word. Her eyes moved over to Seth. Eyebrows furrowed, she willed herself not to go comfort her crest-fallen brother-in-law. Years of knowing eachother, of spending days and nights in the same car traveling, Renee knew Seth as a friend. Family.
But now that Dean had set his menacing glance on Seth, that family is ruined. Because Dean wanted more from his life then doing the dirty work. And Renee didn't blame him. Because she wanted Dean to have everything he's ever wanted. Everything he's ever dreamed of.
Family be damned.
Roman and Seth sat in some secluded hallway near catering. Roman had the main event match, but that was still about an hour away, so he and his angry puppy brother Seth, sat on the large wooden crates, talking.
Of course, they weren't talking about what had just happened. No, God forbid Seth let Roman talk about Dean with him. It was surely illegal. Because Seth practically demanded that Roman not talk about it. Seth just didn't want to involve Roman in his and Dean's battle.
Despite the fact that Roman would always feel like he was directly in the middle of it all. Perhaps he even wore some of the fault.
"So what happened with Finn," Seth asked, big doe eyes staring at the white wash brick walls.
"I already told you, uce."
What else could Roman say? They had lots of really good sex. And then Roman ended it, because he didn't want Finn to lose himself in a relationship that would not ever benefit him. Roman couldn't lead a man on. He could never hold Finn in his arms knowing that he was not emotionally giving Finn everything the man needed and wanted. Because Roman couldn't love Finn.
Roman loved another man.
A man who would never love him back.
It was a cycle of unrequited love.
Seth sighed loudly and dramatically. "I know we have, man. But I want to know what you're feeling."
"I don't know," Roman muttered. "Sad? I liked having someone to spend my nights with. Finn was comfortable."
Seth waited for Roman to continue, a small frown on his lips.
"But it's done. I'm not going to be with him when we want different things. I don't want to date him."
Doe eyes turned to Roman and held the bigger man there, locked. "Why not? What is stopping you from trying it out with Finn?"
"Seth, you know I-"
"Yeah, you love John. But John doesn't feel the same way. John's a straight man who doesn't share the values you have outside the business. But Finn loves kids. Finn is obviously attracted to you. Finn is funny and caring. And you're obviously attracted to him back. Look, all I am saying is that I think you should give Finn a chance, Ro."
Roman shook his head, those long locks shifting over his shoulders.
Seth's eyes narrowed. "You're a Dumbass."
He bristled. "Why am I a dumbass?" He wasn't used to being talked down to like that.
"Because I would kill to have a relationship with someone who I have great chemistry with. And you have that with Finn. When you were around him you were all smiles. But instead you want to be with a jerk off like Cena. It honestly boggles my mind, dude."
Standing, Roman grabbed the Universal Championship and huffed. "Don't act like you aren't biased in all of this. You don't like John and you never did. But Finn is your friend. Of course you want me to be with him. Even though I have made it plain and clear that I don't like him like that."
The accusations were most likely right, but they still made Seth's jaw clench.
"And you know what? Finn understands that. I don't get how you don't. This is the exact reason why I was never open about my love life with you and Dean." Roman ran a hand through his hair, deep frown causing his eyebrows to furrow. "I have a match to get ready for."
With that said, Roman walked off. Seth sighed as he leaned back. He rolled his eyes.
Roman was so fucking blind. Roman could be so happy if he just let go of John. And yeah, you know, Seth got it. He understood exactly what Roman was saying when he said he couldn't just love Finn. Because Roman loved John Cena. Roman had fallen in love with his mentor. He had fallen in love with the golden boy of WWE. But Seth wished he could just move on.
But Seth wasn't sure Roman would be able to move on until he saw Cena for what he really was.
Not right for Roman at all.
Well... At least Seth was meeting up with Nikki today. He really hoped he and Nikki would work out.
Finn sat on the floor back against the wall. The brick was cold against his body but he didn't mind as he scrolled idly through his phone. He had calmed down since his episode in the doc's room.
Bayley and Sasha had left him for their match. They hesitated of course. Didn't want to leave him. But Finn had pushed a smile and let them know he was going to sit alone. He needed to refill his energy. Alone. In the relative quiet. And when they left he walked the opposite way, to a secluded hallway, away from the hustle and bustle of the show.
Now he wasn't thinking about anything at all. Not really. His mind had been blank. Little images flickered in his memory. Smiles. Deep and caring eyes. Strong arms holding him impossibly close. Just little images here and there of things he worried about. Things he missed even though it had only been 24 hours.
The longest 24 hours of his life.
Just as he was about to lose himself in his thoughts, he looked up at the sound of familiar footsteps. A large Samoan man walking by him.
A sharp pain pierced through his chest like a knife.
Roman had walked right by him, only sparing him an upset glance.
24 hours.
Everything has changed.
And Finn's body screamed to grab hold of Roman and not let this happen. Not let this continue on the path it seems destined to.
But instead, Finn looked back at the phone he gripped in a shaking hand. No tears fell from his ocean blue eyes, though. Not this time. He took a shaking breath trying to calm the sharp ache in his chest.
This will pass, he told himself.
You will move on, Finn. A simple mantra he repeated to himself.
But he knew that he wouldn't move on.
Finn knew it deep down that it was impossible for him to just move on and get over a man like Roman Reigns.
Roman stuck to Finn's soul like God had created Finn for the absolute purpose of loving the Samoan man.
But Finn had to try.
One day at a time.
The show had ended a few hours ago. Roman had gone to the hotel near the airport so he could go home for a day or two before the long plane ride to Saudi Arabia for Crown Jewel. But Seth didn't need to go home. Sure his dog was there, but he had a friend with him. But there was no other reason to go home for one day. So Seth decided he'd just spend another day in the city they were in, relaxing.
So tonight, like many night while Roman was with Finn, Seth had the room to himself.
Which worked out in his favor. Since Nikki was on her way over.
Seth fussed his his hair in the mirror again. Quickly he sniffed his shirt. It was clean. He made sure to wear a clean one. But now he was wondering if shirtless would be better. Shirt or no shirt?
A soft knock on his door and his eyes went wide. He pulled the shirt over his head and threw it over at his luggage before practically sprinting to the door.
He steadied his face, doing his best for a cocky by sexy smirk. He had perfected it long ago.
Once he opened the door he came face to face with the forever lovely Nikki Bella.
She stood on the other side of the doorway in those tight jeans she wore earlier. Hair sleak and shiny over her shoulders. That red lipstick called Seth's name. Lord, did he want to kiss those pouty lips right now. But he had to wait until they were behind closed doors. Cameras were always around. He was just happy that Nikki wasn't filming Total Divas/Bellas that day.
"Hey," Nikki simpered.
He gave her his cocky smirk, moving to the side and letting her into his room.
What they both didn't see were sad eyes watching as Nikki walked through the door. But as the door closed the owner of the sad brown eyes turned and walked away. A cloud of dejection hanging over her head.
Seth closed the door, making sure he heard the click of the automatic lock before he stepped towards Nikki. She looked at him from under those long false eyelashes. Sultry and hungry.
There wasn't really a need to talk even though Seth would have loved to get to know Nikki on a personal level before having sex. Go on a date, maybe. Treat Nikki like the queen she was, by showing her that he thought she was beautiful and charismatic. But Nikki was here for a good fucking and who was Seth to deny her that?
She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his hard muscular body towards her. Her lips curved into a smile. "Late night workouts with Seth Rollins," she mused out loud. Seth's eyes roamed over her face like he could read her joy. "Now that's an insta account that would break the internet."
Seth leaned in close, eyes lowered, lips hovering just an inch away from Nikki's. He wondered how her lipstick would taste as they kissed. He wondered if it would leave swatches of ruby red on his cock if she went down on him. "Only if you guest star," he murmured.
Their lips crashed roughly. His rough hands gripped her hips and her arms circled tighter. She moaned as his lips left hers and trailed down her neck, nipping softly.
Nikki hummed as her body relaxed fully against his, hands moving up to thread through his dark curls.
As Seth ran his tongue back up her neck to meet her lips, Nikki stepped out of her Lou Boutin stilettos. Seth crouched down slightly as they kissed and scooped Nikki up, his arms hooking below her plump ass. She yelped and then laughed as he brought her over to the bed.
Seth looked down at her. She smiled up at him, humor in her shiny eyes. Her hands went to his bearded face and pulled him down, bringing their kiss swollen lips together again.
Moans and groans filled the otherwise quiet room as they made out. Seth would occasionally grind his hips against her. His cock was hard in his skinny jeans, creating the most obscene pressure. Like she could read his mind, Nikki slipped her hand down and unbuttoned the pants with a quickness that came only from learned skill. Her nimble fingers slipped the zipper down and dug her hand in.
Seth's doe eyes closed and a soft gasp left his parted lips when her hand gripped him and took him out of the tight confines of rough dark blue jeans.
She hummed again, this time in approval as she slowly jerked him off. "I'll admit to being curious and looking up those pictures of you online. I was not disappointed."
Seth was smirking but his face was buried against her neck, sucking and biting. When he was satisfied, he propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Nikki's lovely face. He admired the way the lipstick had smeared from her lips across the cheeks and chin. "Oh yeah? Well then I'll have to thank my ex one day."
Nikki's body shook as she laughed. She leaned up on her elbows now to meet the man on top of her. She pressed her lips to his again, ignoring the fact that his lips and beard had traces of her lips. She should invest in long lasting lipstick. But it would be a lie if she ever said that a man covered in the marks wasn't extremely sexy. A mark for the man to remember her by as he washed the traces of her away afterwards. Like ownership.
And right now, Nikki wanted to own Seth's hot body. At least for the night.
Seth pulled Nikki's tight t-shirt up with one hand, not all surprised this vixen wasn't wearing a bra. Why would she? They were perky and firm. No need for a bra to cover them up like they were a secret. Nikki's chest was mouth watering. He sat up between her open legs and licked a cool trail up her abdomen to the large breasts. He gripped on with a firm hand, fondling it, fingers tweaking and rubbing at the dark nub. His mouth went to work at the other.
Ecstasy flooded Seth. He had lusted over this body for so long. Yearned and craved to touch it the way he was now. But Seth had always respected the fact that he would probably never have Nikki. His attraction to her was a well kept secret. Even when she and John Cena had split, Seth was sure he would never get a chance to be with this goddess. That she would never want him. He was a far cry from a boy next door muscle-head. He was some punk kid with long hair and a beard.
But here they were.
Like a wet dream.
Nikki moaned. His mouth felt amazing sucking her hard nipple. She could tell she was wet. Soaking the cotton material of her panties. "Fuck, Seth. Who knew you're mouth wasn't just for snarky promos."
Seth sat up, a broad grin on his face. His hand went to undo her jeans as he spoke, "Oh no. It was made for sex. The promos are just a bonus."
She shimmied out of the pants with the help of his warm hands. Once the offending material was off, he ran his hands up and down her thighs, caressing the smooth tanned skin. "God you are perfect," he mumbled. He wasn't really saying it for her to hear, more like an unconscious observation.
He quickly took off his jeans and boxers and then laid at the foot of the bed. His lips planted soft kisses on her left foot. He took her toe in his mouth and sucked it gently for a second before moving up her leg, kissing and licking his way. Sometimes he's scrape his teeth to create a delicious friction. But it wasn't needed. His beard was already scratching her heated skin. It sent shivers down her spine. She throbbed for him.
When he reached her thigh, his eyes looked up at her face then lowered to the wet spot on her light blue panties. Knowing that she was that turned on by him made his cock twitch against the bed.
He slowly, teasingly, slid a finger down the pantie covered mound. She shivered, biting her lip. He did it again, watching her face as it contorted in pleasure.
She wanted more, but he pulled back down and started kissing those saliva slicked lips down her right leg, giving it the same treatment he had the other leg. Nikki almost felt disappointed, but him pulling away just made the anticipation so much higher.
When he had reached her foot he reached his hands up and hooked onto the light material. As he knelt up, he pulled the panties off, throwing them over his shoulder. Then in one swift movement, he was laying between her legs, mouth finding a home on the slick pussy.
A hungry tongue slid and prodded. The taste on his tongue and her wanton moans just spurred more from Seth. He took the sweet clit in his mouth and flickered his tongue, making Nikki's thighs quiver. He sucked on it hard, pulling it a little before letting it go and moving lower to the sopping hole.
Nikki's body trembled. She looked like a mess, eyes watering and rolling back everytime he would suckle on her clit. Her lipstick was all over her face. Her hair was sprayed around her, damp at the neck from sweat. Her fingers played with her nipples. And her thighs quivered and shook. She was whimpering his name. If he kept going she would cum.
Seth must have realized that because he hastened his movements with his mouth. He grunted and groaned, getting harder and harder with the way Nikki was moaning on his hotel room bed. He circled his middle finger at her slick hole, then slipped it in. A gasp left her lips and then she sighed happily. He added another.
And it was like that, Seth eating her out and two fingers pumping in and out of her, that she came. Her back arched up and her body trembled. A string of curses left her mouth.
As she continued to moan and pant, Seth reached over to the nighstand he grabbed the condoms he had put there and ripped one open. He slid one on and positioned himself between her legs.
Her eyes were half-lidded and serene as she watched him. Those doe eyes ran over her body before locking with her own. "Want me to keep going?" he asked softly.
Her strong legs wrapped high around his waist and she nodded. "God, yes."
He slowly pushed in, her juices making it so easy. They both groaned. So good.
Seth set a steady pace at first. But as the minutes ticked he thrusted in and out faster, creating these long strokes, almost leaving her heat entirely before slamming back in. His balls slapped into her perfect round ass over and over again.
He lifted one of her legs off his waist and held it up against the length of his body. Then he leaned forward, bending Nikki so her hole was easier to use. And he hammered into it, abuse the wet and sloppy sex. Nikki was whimpering and giving these sexy crying moans below him.
But as much as he wanted to hear those sounds for the rest of his life, he had to stop her from waking whoever was rooming next door. He sealed his mouth over hers and muffled the moans.
The feeling in his gut grew tense. "Oh shit," he breathed. "I'm gonna cum."
She wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life. "Me too. Keep going, Seth. Make me cum again."
He growled into her lips and slammed into her repeatedly. She gave a loud moan that transformed into a bunch of whimpered yeses. Her body trembled and jerked with the force of her 2nd orgasm.
The way she came down his cock, a moaning mess, set Seth off and after a few more pumps his body stilled and went rigged. His cock pulsed in her as he filled the condom with hot white cum.
The orgasm washed over Seth. Then he pulled out and slumped to the side. Both of them were panting, but they were blissed out. Glassy eyes and blank minds.
Doe eyes scanned over Nikki's lovely body as they caught their breaths, then he frowned. Nikki sat up, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed. He watched as she grabbed her clothes from where they were on the floor. Slowly she pulled on her clothes, not facing the man on the bed.
Seth swallowed thickly, trying to find his voice. "Do you want to get a bite to eat together tomorrow? Just you and me?"
Nikki looked back over her shoulder at him, hands stilling for just a second. Then she looked away and buttoned up her jeans. "This was just sex, Seth," she said quietly. It made Seth's heart drop. "You're great. I like you. But I'm trying to just be me. I thought you understood that."
He did.
He respected her for this decision. It hurt. But he wouldn't press it.
At least he got to spend one night with this amazing woman.
Nikki stood and slipped into her heels. Before he could say anything else she was at the door, checking her face in the mirror. At the sight of red everywhere, she grabbed a pack of makeup wipes from the purse she had left near the door when she came in. She scrubbed at her face to rid the red lipstick as Seth discarded the condom and put on his boxers.
He stood in the center of the room, not sure what to do. His strong thick arms crossed over his chest.
Nikki turned and looked at him with a small smile. "When I'm ready for something more, you'll be the first I call, I promise."
The promise didn't ease the sadness in his soul.
Before he knew it she was gone and he gave a frustrated groan.
He put his hands on his hips as he looked around the room. Well, at least he could say he had been with his dream girl once. He wished it was more. But... this was a dream come true regardless. He hadn't loved Nikki. It had just been lust and a crush. But it was still something.
The heart ache would sooth eventually.
Sasha walked into her hotel room after spending the night with some of the other girls.
She was surprised to see Bayley on one of the beds, watching Netflix on her laptop.
"Hey," Sasha said, sitting beside her friend. "What happened?"
"Saw Nikki going into his room," Bayley replying, shrugging a shoulder.
"I can't believe you were going to try it again," Sasha commented. She put her long purple hair up in a messy bun and watched the screen, resting her head on Bayley's shoulder comfortably.
Bayley's lips pressed thin. "Hey, it worked last time, right?"
A scoff. But there was a smirk on Sasha's face regardless. "Only you would lie about me having an occupied room just so you can share a bed with Rollins."
Bayley shrugged again. "He fell for it, didn't he? I want to ask him out so bad, but he's so hung up on Nikki. And all that stuff with Dean has him preoccupied. Gotta get his attention somehow."
Sasha sighed. "Why don't you just ask Finn to talk you up to him?"
"Because Finny has his own problems. I don't want to bother him with my love life."
She nodded fully understanding. She just wished Bayley wouldn't tell people she was busy using the room. Sasha was pretty much doing the opposite of that. But maybe Bayley was onto something. Lie about not having anywhere to sleep. Sleep in Rollins' bed. Make him fall in love.
It was a plan. Probably going to backfire, but still.
Sasha grinned up at Bayley, eyes twinkling with mirth behind her glasses. "You know, Bay, I could just take care of you're sexual frustration and save you the trouble," she joked.
Bayley laughed. She bumped her shoulder into her best friend and rolled her eyes. "We're not Becky and Charlotte. We aren't secretly in love."
Sasha laughed along with Bayley, thinking of their friends, who were super into eachother but way too afraid to do anything but beat the living hell out of eachother in the ring. "I wonder when they'll finally admit to it?"
Bayley's eyebrows arched. Then she shook her head. "Never. You know Becky and Charlotte. Both stubborn and super secretly lesbians."
She sighed and leaned against the headboard, eyes still watching the screen. "Thank God we aren't riding with Smackdown. They make car rides so tense."
"Really wish they would fuck already," Bayley mumbled. Then she groaned. "I wish I could get laid. It's been so long."
"Me an you both, sister," Sasha grumbled. "I should just call up Ziggler for a quick lay."
Bayley cringed. "Don't do that to yourself."
They then settled in for the night and watched random halloween movies until they were ready to fall asleep.
Sasha hoped Bayley would have some luck with Seth. She knew her friend was hiding it because she didn't want to burden anyone, but she really liked him. Seth was just too busy in his own world to see that his workout buddy was wife material.
October 30, 2018
Finn got off the plane in Ireland. The first thing he did was take a deep breath.
He needed this. A few days home with friends and family. Nothing else could possibly help heal his heart.
Tomorrow was halloween and he was going to be with his niece and nephew. He had a lobster costume all picked out and ready to go.
The time home took Finn's head away from all the shitty feelings he had.
Finn felt refreshed by the time for the show. Even though he wasn't in Saudi Arabia. He hadn't been scheduled in the show and that sucked royally. He hated not wrestling, but at least he was able to fully relax.
But Finn knew that the second he saw Roman at the show, he was going to feel that longing again. He would feel his soul pull and twist at the sight of that large tan body hulking down the hallway. Finn would feel his heart clench and his resolve crumble at the sound of Roman's rumbling voice. The hard strict tone of his promos compared to the joking humor of his laughter.
It already hurt when Finn watched Crown Jewel on the network that Friday.
The main event started and Finn watched surrounded by his family as Roman's face came to the screen. His deep brown eyes looked around the ring at his opponents, Braun Strowman and Brock Lesnar. The title was raised high by the ref and then the bell rang.
Finn watched the grueling and brutal match at the edge of his seat. He was sure his mother must be staring at him wondering why he was so invested in this match. Maybe she thought Finn was going to go after the winner. But more likely than anything, she was probably wondering which one he was in love with. It was the only logical explanation for his behavior.
Roman was sweating and tired. He looked like he had no more energy. The big body slumped into the turnbuckle, ready to collapse under it's own weight.
If Finn had been a nail biter, he would have run out of nails to tear off by now. He desperately hoped Roman wouldn't lose the title. Not to a part timer like Brock Lesnar. And not to a monster like Braun Strowman. Roman deserved this title. And Finn knew the that title being taken away from him would break Roman. After all the man had been through these last few weeks, Roman needed a win.
Brock and Braun were beating into eachother at the ramp, the ref trying to call them back into the ring. Roman looked over at them. Then looked behind him. Then looked back, nodded to himself, before jogging back to ropes behind them. He used their momentum to jump over the ropes and land on Brock and Braun, taking both large men down. When Roman stood and gave an animalistic roar, Finn sighed in relief.
Lord, did he love 1 flying Samoan.
Roman grabbed onto Braun and tossed him into the ring. But once Braun was hefted on the apron, Brock had stirred awake. He stood and saw Roman. Quickly he grabbed Roman from behind and gave a nasty looking suplex. Roman's head crashed into the barricade.
Finn shot to his feet, hands covering his mouth, eyebrows furrowed in worry. His family looked up at him wondering about his dramatic reaction. And if Finn hadn't been so engrossed in the match, he would have felt his mother's hand on his back, guiding him to relax. But he couldn't. Roman looked completely out. And Finn knew that the ref had gone to Roman side, had checked the man's consciousness, and then went back in the ring, meaning Roman was okay. Finn still worried.
The cameras focused on Lesnar going after a dizzy looking Braun. The monster among men could barely hold himself up, but he fought back when Lesnar reached him. They traded a few punches when Brock slung the taller man over his shoulder and performed the F-5. Braun was covered.
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Kick out.
Finn had never been so happy that Braun's shoulder had gone up. He raked his hands through his hair as he continued to watch the match.
Brock looked pissed. He looked like he needed this match to end. He looked like he didn't like the fact that he hadn't won the damn match yet.
Brock picked Braun back up and hefted him through a suplex. The crowd must have been keeping count. It was around 5 since the match started. It was a slow night apparently, since Brock usually had like 15 by now. Must be harder with 2 opponents as opposed to 1.
Braun was still moving, so Brock took that as a sign to do another suplex.
Finn might just be praying. Praying for some miracle. Don't let Roman lose. Don't let this happen. To who ever was listening. To anyone out there. Roman doesn't deserve this bullshit of a match. He doesn't deserve to lose the Universal Championship to either of these men. Roman was a wonderful person who deserved the world. And Finn had half the mind to think that if there was a God, he wouldn't crush the soul and dreams of a man like Roman Reigns.
Brock was now going for his 3rd straight suplex on Braun. Braun was surely dead. Brock's back must be made of steel.
Then from the corner of the screen, a running blur. A hard spear into Braun (and therefore Brock). Roman had been able to take them down again.
Thank God, Finn breathed. He sat back down, hands clasped before his lips. The lips he had been gnawing at consistently since Roman took that gnarly suplex.
All three men laid in the middle of the ring. The crowd in Saudi Arabia were cheering Roman despite their obvious love for Brock Lesnar.
The Samoan man used the ropes near by to pull himself up. One arm was holding onto his middle, as if trying to buffer the pain. A strand of hair stuck to his face, cutting it in half, creating this angry shadow over the usually beautiful face.
When he saw, Brock slowly stand up on rickety thin legs, Roman opened his arms and roared loudly, the crowd joining him. A chill went down Finn's arms as he watched.
Roman ran at Brock to spear him, but Brock must have realized what was about to happen because he tried to grab Roman. Roman was too fast though and dodged the beast. He then quickly turned around and ran at the confused man. A spear! Dead center. Brock dropped and rolled out of the ring, where he slumped against the ring apron. Paul Heyman scurried to his side and checked on him, screaming at him to get up.
Roman looked away from the scene and came face to face with Braun Strowman. Braun grabbed Roman by the throat ready to chokeslam him, but Roman wiggled free. He ran to the ropes, cocked his fist like a gun and took the monster square in the jaw. Braun went down like a heap of shit.
Roman quickly covered him.
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Finn felt the world slow down.
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He was sure he stopped breathing just so he could hear the ref counting. But really, his labored breaths were too loud in his head that it was making it hard to hear in general.
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The bell rang.
Finn jumped up and cheered loudly, ignoring his family's bemused stares. He let relief flood him.
He loved the Universal Champion. He couldn't have the champ, but he still cheered him on from the side lines.
The last match of the show, despite involving Finn's work father, Triple H, was practically unwatched by the Irishman. He had spent all of his energy on the Universal Championship match that Finn was ready for a nap.
The room was quiet except the sound of the match coloring the background. No one in the room was talking. Probably all wondering about Finn's sanity, he supposed.
Finally after a few moments, Finn's brother took a sip of his lager then gave Finn a look from the corner of his eye. "What's the story? How long have you been fucking the champ?"
Finn's mother rolled her eyes but remained silent, curious.
Finn's father looked uncomfortable.
The rest of the family waited with wide eyes and pressed lips.
"We aren't fucking," Finn said, matter of factly. Then in a softer voice he said, "anymore."
His brother grinned broadly. It resembled Finn's like only family could. "Okay. Then my next question is how long have you been head over heels in love with the man? Cause, brother, that wasn't the cheering of a jaded ex lover."
Finn sighed and closed his eyes. "Donkey's years."
Finn's brother whistled.
"Why didn't it work out?" Finn's mother finally spoke.
Finn groaned. "Can I not have this talk right now? I came home to relax and spend time away from the drama."
Finn's brother raised his hand to placate the situation. "Alright, Alright."
Finn leaned his head back against the couch as he heard the bell ring to announce the end of the match. He watched but wasn't really paying attention as Hunter and Shawn celebrated their win, but it was obvious that Hunter was hurt badly.
Hours passed and Finn knew he had to start heading out to the airport so he could make his flight to Madrid. He was in his old room, organizing his things when his parents knocked at the door. He smiled at them.
"Call me when you're in Madrid so I know you made it," his mother said.
Finn's smile formed into a grin. "I've been on a million planes and I've rarely called you about it."
"Yes, but this time you're leaving home, so I deserve a call."
Finn nodded and kissed the woman on her blonde hair.
She turned around and left the room, back to the kitchen to make her grandchildren a snack.
Finn looked over at his dad. The older man sat on the edge of the bed and gave his son a short nod. "You gonna be okay, son?"
He looked at his dad. It took him a second then he nodded, not looking his father in the eyes. "Eventually. Just have to move on."
"Move on," his father repeated, a deep frown creased his grey brows. "Why move on? If I moved on from your mother you wouldn't be alive right now. Fight for him if you love 'em. I don't know the full story, but I see the way you look at him."
Finn sat beside his father with a huff. "He doesn't want me. He's in love with someone else."
The old man patted Finn on the shoulder. "Don't give up on your heart, Finn. I mean don't pester the boyo, but don't let him slip away so quickly."
Finn wrapped an arm around his father. He grinned, a twinkle of happiness in his ocean blue eyes for the first time in a while "I expected this love talk from mum, not from you. Gettin' soft on me, ol' man."
Finn's father rolled his eyes, a small smirk on his face. "Your mother made me do it."
"Oh sure," Finn laughed.
Roman knocked on the door of John Cena's hotel room.
They had glanced eachother's way at the arena, but no time to talk. Only a smile. Only a text from John with the room number.
A piece of Roman knew that this might just be another night to hang out with John like in Australia. Roman was sure that John would reject him again. And again. And again. Roman could feel it that John wouldn't want him the way he wanted John. But Roman couldn't help the way his heart was pounding in his chest.
He wanted John Cena in his arms. He wanted to kiss John Cena. He had dreamed of it for the better part of this past year.
After long ticking minutes, John opened the door.
Roman's breath hitched at the sight of John just wearing a pair of low hanging navy blue basketball shorts and nothing else. John was straight faced as he looked Roman up and down. It made the Samoan man nervous. What was John thinking?
Stepping out of the way, John motioned for Roman to walk in.
And the click of that door when it closed made Roman's heart skip a beat.
Roman to everyone around him was calm and collected. He was strong and firm. He was superman in the face of danger. But John Cena made him putty. He was soft and nervous around the man now. He lacked the confidence and the resolve to hold himself tall in front of the older man. And John knew it. John preyed on that.
"Good match, tonight," John said, idly. He walked over to the night stand and grabbed the beer he had been drinking- guzzling- before Roman showed up.
Roman thanked him as he looked around. This room was considerably different then the one in Australia. It was small. Just the bed, a couch, and a tv. It was obviously the type of room you bought for a night. It wasn't for comfort. It was convenience.
The beer was finished by the time Roman looked back at John. "You wanted to meet up?" Roman asked. "I thought for sure you'd never want to see me again after ...Australia. Well, I thought the same thing after Brooklyn. But either way."
John set the bottle down on the night stand and took a step towards the Samoan, closing the distance. He stared at the tanned skin, eyes raking over the tribal tattoo that wrapped around the thick arm. Then he looked at Roman's beautiful face, scanning those features like he wasn't sure what he was about to say. Roman stood there very still. The air around them was thick and Roman had a hard time swallowing it.
"I can't get you out of my head," John muttered. He reached a hand up and it caressed Roman's arm smoothly.
Roman's heart was racing. His tongue felt heavy in his mouth. It was like that night in Brooklyn all over again. Roman knew it would be best to be blunt. Don't sugar coat it. "What does that mean exactly?"
"It means I want to fuck you, Roman."
Roman swallowed thickly. And again like Brooklyn after Summerslam, Roman stopped talking, closed the space and attached his lips hungrily to John's.
But this time, John reciprocated.
The feel of John's lips against his was like magic. It sent shivers across his heated skin. He ran his hands around John's body, not sure where to put them. But he wasn't sure he wanted them to be still. He wanted to feel all of John.
He couldn't believe this was happening.
John moved his lips down to Roman's neck, avoiding the bearded area. Roman panted for air. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to give John more room. "Thought you were straight, Cena."
"I am," John growled into Roman's ear. "But you are fucking irresistible."
Roman gasped. It was very unlike him to gasp. He didn't do that. Wasn't how he worked. But he couldn't help the reaction when he felt John grind their hips together. Two clothed semi-hard cocks brushing into eachother. It tore the out of character reaction from Roman before he could stop it. And Roman would gasp again if faced with this situation ever again.
It had surprised him.
He must be dreaming.
He must have gotten concussed during the match earlier and this was a concussion dream. Because it couldn't possibly be real.
Roman couldn't possibly be in the arms of the man he loved.
A small voice in the back of his mind, barely audiable wondered if this was what Finn had felt when they had kissed the first time in the hallway those weeks ago.
But Roman's mind didn't linger even a second on that thought as John started kissing him again. It was raw and hard lip smacking. Hungry. Thirsty. Needy.
Roman needed the affection this man seemed willing to give him tonight.
And John needed to get Roman out of his system.
John pulled away and dropped his shorts and boxers. He stood in front of Roman completely naked and it made the younger man groan softly. John slowly jerked himself off, getting himself harder. "Suck me off," John ordered, giving Roman those sexy eyes. They were both serious and lusty.
Roman gulped. He knelt on the carpet and placed a hand on John's hard muscled hip to steady himself.
John was average sized, but his cock was sexy. Veiny ivory. Roman looked up at John as he leaned in and took the head of the hard cock in his mouth. He moaned. John's was in his mouth. It made Roman's pants unbearably tight.
Strong callused hands slid to the back of Roman's head, nails scratching his scalp as they traveled. The hands held Roman in place instead of guiding him further. Roman looked up in question, wondering if John wanted him to stop. Wondering if John had changed his mind. Instead, he found John's eyes closed, head tilted back, mouth slightly open. Then John's hips started to move forward, making Roman take more, before the cock was pulled out almost entirely.
Roman moaned again, eyes drifting closed. John set a steady pace fucking Roman's mouth. The younger man gladly accepted it, slacking his jaw. The noises leaving him were absolutely obscene. No one would ever believe it was him. The sloppy throaty sounds of being used. Gagging and moaning.
It wasn't like he never took a submissive role in the bedroom like this, but no one ever expected it. No one looked at Roman Reigns and thought of him getting face fucked. Also, Roman only really allowed certain people to use him like this. Very few people. He liked having sex that was a shared experience. It wasn't about him. It wasn't about the other person. It was about both.
But right now, God... Roman was enjoying this being about John.
Roman unbuttoned his jeans and slipped himself out of the confining material. Matching John's now frantic pace, Roman pumped his hard girth.
"Damn, Roman," John sighed as he let go of Roman's head and took a step back. He stroked his cock as he took a look at the man kneeling before him. Roman's beard was shiny with drool. Roman was panting. Eyes were glassy as they looked up at John's face. Almost dreamy and needy.
John leaned back in for a deep kiss. He helped Roman stand and they moved to the bed.
Before sitting on the plush bed, Roman took off his clothes. Both men, now naked, laid together on the bed. Their hot bodies pressed together, rutting their hips. Creating this salivating friction. Roman felt heady. His mind was foggy with exhilaration.
John Cena was touching him and he loved it so much.
This was the man he had loved for a year. The man who had taught him so much about the business. The man who kept an eye on him and made sure he was on the right path. John Cena.
Making out with him.
Frotting his hot cock against Roman's.
Grabbing a hold of Roman's ass in his bruising hands.
Roman groaned into John's mouth as their tongues slid across each other.
Words were at a minimum as John got up and grabbed a condom and lube (the lube he had bought specifically for this). He climbed back on the bed and tossed the lube to Roman. The Samoan took the small bottle and coated his fingers before putting them at his hole, legs dropping open for better access.
John put the condom on and then went back to kissing Roman passionately. All the while, Roman was making sure he was stretching out well. It had been a long time since he had done this. He was tight and a part of him couldn't relax. The thought of connecting with John was making him so nervous. What if John regretted this after? Roman wouldn't be able to live with himself. He already felt like he was taking advantage of this situation by just showing up tonight.
But it wasn't Roman who was taking advantage of John. It might just be the other way around. John was 100% sure he was using Roman's love for him as a means to get laid.
John was so turned on looking at Roman under him. Listening to those soft groans and grunts sent blood pumping to his already hard cock. He wanted to be in Roman badly.
He's not sure what spell Roman had put him under these last few months, but it was making John forget himself. John was a caring person. He liked going slow and steady. And yet here he was ready to cum from the anticipation.
"Are you ready?" John whispered hotly against Roman's ear.
Roman removed his fingers and nodded. He probably could have stretched longer, but he couldn't think properly. He just wanted to feel John in him, soon. He wanted the man he loved to make love to him.
John took himself and lined up with Roman's lubed hole. Slowly he pushed in, his body pressing against Roman's, arms stiff to hold him up.
Roman's face scrunched up. There was pain. He hissed at the pressure.
"Relax," John grunted, looking at Roman with half-lidded blue eyes.
"Sorry, it's been a long time since I've been on this end."
John kissed Roman, lethargic and thoughtful, trying to bring Roman out of his nervous energy. Roman reached down and jerked himself off between his and John's hard abs. The action and John's kiss eventually let him relax, and the pain started to subside.
Their hips started to move together, shallow and slow.
Roman's empty hand gripped at John's back, digging dull nails into the bulging muscles. He moaned and sighed as John thrusted into him. The pace got quicker and quicker until they were frenzied. Both men panting and moaning.
The sound of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with their voices. John leaned forward more, making Roman's hips lift off the bed, thrusting deeper. It felt so good. Sweat sheened over their bodies. Roman's senses were overloading. The friction in him. The feel of John's hips slapping against his ass. The way John kissed him sometimes- that taste. The smell of sex in the air. The sound of thier combined enjoyment. And the sight of the man he loved above him.
He felt intoxicated by the entire thing. It was everything Roman had imagined.
"Fuck," Roman panted. "I'm going to cum."
John growled. He angled his hips and snapped long thrusts in and out of Roman, sending the Samoan off the edge. The thick cock oozed cum over Roman's knuckles. Roman's vision went white and he might have stopped breathing as his body tensed, then released.
John continued to fuck into Roman, savoring the way the muscle tightened comfortably around him.
A few minutes passed before John hummed deeply, hips stuttering against Roman. The length in Roman pulsed as it released into the condom. The Samoan ran his hands up and down John's sides as he watched John's face contort and bliss out from the orgasm.
Then their bodies slumped together, two large muscular men in a heap of tangled limbs and panting breaths.
When John pulled out, it stung a little and Roman bit back the grimace. It was the only thing out of place in the serenity he felt being under John's sex sated body. Roman closed his eyes and took a deep breath, taking it all in.
His heart felt so happy.
John rolled off of Roman and gave a dramatic sigh. He looked over at Roman's sappy smile. And a pang of guilt hit him hard.
He reached over and took Roman's bearded jaw in his hand before kissing him. "This shouldn't happen again," He whispered. He sat up, not wanting to look at Roman's face. He just used this man. And now that it was over he felt horrible. He had utterly enjoyed himself. But he knew this wasn't right. "I will never love you Roman. Not the way you love me."
And just like that, the bliss- the gentle warmth in his heart, flew away. And Roman was left feeling empty.
This wasn't surprising.
Roman was actually expecting this before the sex.
Didn't mean it hurt any less.
He nodded and gave John a smile that couldn't quite be considered a smile. It was just a press of his lips and downcast eyes.
"I know," Roman rumbled. "I never meant to push it this far."
John sighed. He scrubbed a hand over his light brown hair. "No. I pushed it this far. You didn't approach me with this, I did. I'm sorry."
Roman sat up, extremely aware of how naked he was and the twinge of pain from his hips. He lifted his hand, hesitating. Then he rested it on John's back. He looked at his hand for a few second before looking up at John's face. "I wanted this. I wanted to at least say I had one night with you."
A small smile played on John's lips. He stood and walked across the room and grabbed his shorts from the floor. He spoke again as he pulled the fabric on. "I think you should go. ... I'm sorry I can't be that person, Roman."
"Hey," Roman replied, clearing his throat. "Can't help who you like."
Roman pulled on his clothes, avoiding eye contact with John. When he was fully dressed he looked over at the man and smirked. He pulled the hood of his sleeveless sweatshirt over his head, happy he wasn't looking at John for a second. "Thank you... for tonight."
John sat on the corner of the bed and waved at Roman as the Samoan left the room. He felt exhausted, and not just from the mind blowing orgasm he had. He was tired because in his heart he knew this had to be done.
But a part of him wondered if he actually should have.
Should he have fucked Roman?
Should he have followed Randy's advice to get Roman out of his system?
Because, as he stared at the closed hotel room door, John knew for a fact that the Samoan man was not close to being out of his system.
He cursed under his breath and dropped his head to his hands. John Cena might have just royally fucked up. He wanted a man he couldn't ever love. He wanted this beautiful sexual being as his, despite not being able to offer anything else other than carnal fulfillment. And it made him feel so ashamed.
Outside the door, Roman's shoulders slumped. He screwed his eyes shut.
He had expected this.
He had heeded the warnings of Seth and Dean.
He had understood from the very beginning that John Cena was a straight man who's life goals were different from his.
Roman knew this.
Roman had told himself this from the very beginning. Before confessing in Brooklyn. Before this whole complicated high school drama bullshit took over his entire life.
Roman fucking knew this was going to happen, okay?
He had mentally prepared for it from day one. From the moment he realized he had fallen for his mentor.
He fucking knew.
He fucking knew.
He knew.
And it still hurt so much.
Roman shoved his trembling hands into his pockets and took the long walk of shame back to his empty room.
He decided not to room with Seth that night. He had a feeling this- or something like this- was going to happen and in all honesty, Roman wasn't sure he wanted to deal with Seth. Or Dean. Or Renee. Or anyone else who would give him pitiful glances.
So he sat in his lonely room, the bed lamp giving this soft yellow glow. A bottle of liquor from the minibar sat at his side. It was a small bottle, but it was almost finished.
He had been such a fool.
Who willingly went into a situation that would hurt them?
Only Roman.
Only he would decide to do this to himself.
And then he remembered that Finn had done the same to an extent.
Roman shook his head. He and Finn were too alike. They both would rather self-destruct then wonder what if.
It didn't matter now.
Roman had a broken heart no matter what he had done. Because the man he loved was straight.
And he had to move on.
Roman had to move on.
He had a career and a family to think of.
But he was in so much pain right now.
How did a great night of retaining the title and having sex with John Cena turn into drinking alone in a hotel, looking out at the view of a city that would jail him if they found out he just had sex with another man?
Roman brought the bottle to his lips again and took a long swig.
The burn of the strong brown liquor mingled with the burn of tears in Roman's brown eyes.
Fuck he was so fucking stupid.
And so alone. He wanted to be held right now. But he was alone.
In his drink hazed mind a face came to mind and he smiled sadly. If only he had loved that man instead, this heartache would have never happened.
If only Roman loved Finn, they would be in eachother's arms.
Instead, Roman was alone and drunk. Pitiful and tired.
November 3, 2018
Roman and some of the male roster landed in Madrid, Spain that afternoon, only having a few hours until the show started.
The ladies, who weren't allowed at Crown Jewel had spent their days off exploring, but Roman wouldn't have that luxury. He had interviews and appearences and photo sessions that kept him occupied just before the show started.
He was doing an autograph signing with Seth and Bayley and Sasha. The line was long and He had signed so many autographs his hand was cramping. His jaw hurt from all the smiling pictures he took. And his head hurt from the slight hangover he was nursing. His entire body hurt from the fight and the fuck yesterday.
A not so fun reminder of how fucking stupid he felt.
Finally, the line was finished. The staff closed off the room and it was just the 4 wrestlers and the WWE staff working the event. Roman slumped back in the uncomfortable chair. He scrubbed his hands down his face.
"So what did you guys do these last few days," Seth asked, stretching his arms up and back, loosening his tense muscles. "Anything fun?"
Sasha winked at him with a playful smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know?"
Seth laughed. "Well, Sasha if you're willing to tell, I can listen."
Bayley faked a barfing sound as Seth and Sasha chuckled. She shook her head and sighed, eyes dreamy, remembering the sights and the sounds of Spain over the last few days. "It was so fun. We got to sight see. And there were these great restaurants! Before we leave we need to go to this cafe we stopped by yesterday, Seth. I know you'll enjoy it."
"Finn wasn't with you?" Roman asked before he realized it.
Sasha glared at Roman. It was an angry glare. Well she didn't hide her feelings apparently.
Bayley let out a breath through her nose and pressed her lips together in thought. She looked away from Roman and crossed her arms over her chest. "He took some time off and went back to Ireland to visit his family, you know since he didn't have a match at Crown Jewel."
Roman nodded. Seth watched him from the corner of his eye, wondering what his friend was thinking about.
"He needed time to get away, Roman," Bayley continued. She cleared her throat and looked back at Roman, eyes hard. He was sure she could hurt him if she really wanted to. And he might deserve it since he hurt her friend, like he promised he wouldn't. "He should have touched down for the show tonight, though. You might catch him at the arena."
Roman stood from the chair and grabbed the title from off the table. "It's okay. I don't think I should bother him. I'll see you guys at the arena."
Seth's doe brown eyes looked up at the ceiling. Roman's footsteps disappeared behind the door and Seth couldn't help the sigh.
Bayley and Sasha nodded at him as if they agreed to whatever he was thinking.
"Yep," Sasha said to no one in particular. "Blind. Everyone is blind to what is right in front of them."
Bayley gave Sasha a pointed look that Seth didn't catch. He was too busy trying to figure out what could have brought Roman this down.
But somewhere in his mind he remembered that John had been at the show last night. And his heart constricted for Roman. He hoped nothing happened. He hoped for his friend's sake, that Roman didn't do anything dumb.
Woop. There it is. So much angst. Sorry guys. Good news tho, you at least got 2 sex scenes lol. I'll update soon. Work has been hectic lately.Love Natsuki Lee